Oh, hey, that’s right. Pictures!
Not much happening this week. I did get to spend some one-on-one time with Mandy thanks to some overscheduling of Daddy-Daughter classes, and Yoga. We went to the former. This is nice because I often feel like I didn’t get the same foundation with her that I got with Sam when she was the only sibling. It’s also odd how Mandy is often a different person when it’s just the two of us. She’s much more affectionate with me and more likely to engage with me in play instead of doing her faux snob routine. That she apparently reserves for everyone else. And getting her bathed and ready for bed is SO much easier when Sam isn’t there to suggest “Hey, let’s pretend we’re dogs and TOTALLY FREAK OUT!”
Sam is doing really well with her reading, which now includes words like “Hunt’s Tomato Ketchup” and “Press OK to see a list of recorded shows.” The other night she read three books to me. On the one hand, this was nice, because I just had to lie there and I think I may have dozed off a little. On the other hand, it takes about five times as long as my reading to her. But I suspect she’ll pick up the pace. The unexpected consequence of teaching her to read, though, is that she is learning how to navigate things like the DVR to bring up her own shows. Only sometimes she decides to check out our shows as well. I came down on Saturday morning to find her and Mandy watching the decidedly NON kid friendly show Caprica, the prequel to the recent Battlestar Galactica remake.
“It’s a show about a girl who has a robot for a friend!” Sam exclaimed when I asked her what the heck she was watching. “Only she’s not really a robot. She’s like a ghost or something.”
This kind of pissed me off, because I hadn’t watched the show yet and she hadn’t given me a spoiler warning. Time to figure out the parental controls on the new DVR.